The Green Days Poem by Thanh-Thanh NhuanLe

In those days, I was still small and slight,
Living in the cloister all doors shut tight,
Day and night quietly with prayers in concord,
I prayed to God, in my heart the only Lord.

That noon from high I stealthily determined
To peep through railings down at the tamarind:
My God! Girls! under palm leaf conical hats,
They giggled, bent down, swaying their plats.

They picked up the tamarind, showing their rump:
I unconsciously got upset - bottoms so plump!
I went into the library, sneakily read the books;
God said, "Son, they're forbidden fruits, hooks! "

"In the day you eat from it you will die! "
"All your life you will be miserable thereby! "
Back in, I had my rosary to say and reduplicate
Praying to help me keep my soul immaculate.

But, alas, the more I prayed to be a man kind,
The more that image invaded, ravished my mind.
While I saw no God, I only saw girls, beauts.
Forgive me, God! I lusted after forbidden fruits!